Oceans

You may know the song  Oceans by Hillsong United. The bridge goes like this:

Spirit, lead me where my trust is without borders 
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Saviour

I’d always sung this song thoughtfully, meaning it. But some years ago I felt God challenge me as I sang. What about when you’re not walking on the water? What about when you’re in deep, over your head? What about when you feel you’re drowning because you’re so far out of your depth, when you can’t breathe? Will you still follow? Will you still trust?

I had to think carefully about my answer, but ultimately my yes was nothing more than re-committing to the Lord who I had followed and trusted for years. How could there be any other answer?

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That moment was key because I spent much of the following months feeling very much as if I were drowning. Often I felt so far underwater that I couldn’t see the surface anymore and I didn’t know when I could next come up for air. It’s difficult to explain why I was feeling like this, even to myself – but it was hard and I often felt lost. All I could do was hold tightly to Jesus’ hand and keep my eyes on Him. It was a constant battle – one I didn’t always win. When I read back through my journal from that period, there’s a sense of desperation for God and frequent reminders to myself that I trust Him. I saw His faithfulness again and again as He brought me to the surface for air just when I couldn’t keep going any longer. And He never let go of my hand, even when my grip was slipping and my resolve was gone.

Was my faith made stronger? Yes.

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After this had gone on for more than a year, someone prayed for me and had a picture of me standing with water rushing around me, rising but never above my head. She saw me standing firm – not moving or flinching. She said it was a reminder to me that when I find my strength in God, I cannot be shaken. It made me realise that I wasn’t drowning any more. I did still feel the odd wave crashing over my head, but overall the waters were receding and I could touch the bottom, feet firmly planted in God and hopeful that things were changing.

It remained a hard season. I felt my job was simply to stand firm and trust in God, so that’s what I fought to do. There were many things I thought I might hear God say, or wanted to hear Him say. What He did say was not what I expected. (No change there then! I love that God’s character is unchanging and yet He surprises me all the time.) He simply kept repeating the same things over and over again: I love you so much. I’m so proud of you. I’m here with you. It jolted me every time because I felt such a mess, such a failure. He was teaching me about identity again, more deeply.

‘As Isaiah 43 states, our identity is in Him, not the fire, flood, or storm.
We may stink of smoke, be drenched and windswept, but our identity is in Him.’
Paul Manwaring in Kisses from a Good God

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Eventually things changed and I felt washed up on shore after the storm, lost and broken and numb and utterly exhausted. I felt like I couldn’t even see God anymore, let alone hold on to Him. But He was right there, and He invited me to sit quietly on the beach with Him for a while, my head on His shoulder and His arm around me. After some time in His presence, I started to talk about all that happened. I cried and He held me tightly. Then He began to speak, to help me make sense of things.

I felt broken into tiny pieces. To some extent, I still feel broken. I feel that now God is putting the pieces back together into something new and more beautiful than before. It’s a time for healing and newness. A lot of people are asking me what I’m doing with my life now. I guess that’s the answer. I’m giving God space to make the pieces of me into something new and more beautiful. He is so careful with every detail.

There will come a point when it’s time to venture back out onto the ocean. Maybe this time I’ll get to walk on the water! It feels a bit scary to contemplate going back out there because there are no guarantees that I won’t start to sink again. But the Lord has promised to go with me and I know He will never let me go. And ultimately I know that I’d rather be drowning with Him than safe on the beach without Him.

You make me brave
You make me brave
You call me out beyond the shore into the waves
You Make Me Brave – Bethel Music

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Who Am I?

It’s been a long time since I blogged. Actually I wrote a couple of posts but didn’t publish them, because I hadn’t fully worked out what I was finding so hard – what was at the root of some negative thought patterns and behaviours. But I think I see it now.

It seems to me that my identity has been under attack ever since I came to Thailand. In some ways, my identity has been under attack my whole life – Satan does not want me to be confident and secure in my God-given identity. But being in Thailand, it’s more of a blatant, full-on assault.

It comes in the form of being unknown, in the getting-to-know-you process when you move somewhere new, when you realise people have a view of you that you don’t have of yourself and you wonder if they are right. It comes when people don’t know how far you’ve come or how hard you’ve worked to get where you are – so they judge you for where you are not yet, or joke about it, or push you to change. It comes in whispers that tell you that you are unattractive, that no one would ever want to date you. (That one came out of the blue – I don’t haven’t thought or believed or even really cared about that for YEARS). It comes in fears that you can’t do what you’re trying to – who are you to think God would call you to do this?!

I know the answer. I know that God made me, that He likes me and created me this way on purpose. I know where I’ve come from and where I’m going. I know what God has done in my life (although I’m sure I don’t know the full extent of it). I can recognise the lies (and the twisted half-truths) of the enemy, who tries to steal my trust in my Father. I know I am where God has called me – and that actually I can’t do this on my own, but only in Him.

Sometimes I know all that in my head, believe it intellectually, but I don’t believe it deep in my heart. Last night, as I struggled with all this, I read Psalm 27. In the Message, verse 4 says:

I’m asking God for one thing, only one thing:

To live with him in his house my whole life long.

I’ll contemplate his beauty;

I’ll study at his feet.

And really, that’s what matters. I will stay with God. Because when I do, everything else falls into its right place as my perspective transforms and my eyes are lifted to Him, to His beauty and grace and glory. My identity is given to me by God and my life is hidden in Him. So I’ll listen to my Father’s voice, not the others. The voice that calls me daughter and friend, beautiful and beloved, redeemed and precious and free.

Cliff Jumping

Last weekend, I had a wobble about going to Thailand. More precisely, everything in me was yelling that I shouldn’t go. This was less to do with Thailand and what I’ll be doing there, and more to do with leaving Northern Ireland. There are a lot of good reasons to stay here at the minute and it’s hard to leave.

I love change but hate transition, which is a tricky combination. So, while I can see life in Thailand being good and exciting and what I want, these last few weeks – full of preparation and goodbyes – are hard. That probably adds to the desire to stay where I am.

This has, in hindsight, been building for a few weeks and when I finally gave up on pretending nothing was wrong and talked to God about it, He said something that surprised me. He told me that this is my choice – I don’t have to go to Thailand, I can stay here if I want. He won’t force me to do anything. I guess I always assumed that this was the path God was calling me to so there was no other way. But I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that God loves me and He will be with me and bless me wherever I am, that He can use me for his Kingdom anywhere. So in that sense it doesn’t really matter what I choose – to go to Thailand or to stay here.

(Of course, in other senses, it matters a lot. I have made a commitment to ARK and I have responsibilities in Thailand. People have supported me in many ways, including financially. And yet, on their own, these are not reasons to go – they will not sustain me and I can’t make this kind of choice to please (or not upset) others.)

By Sunday afternoon, if you’d asked me (thankfully no one did), I might have said that I wasn’t sure about moving to Thailand. At that point, I was seriously considering not going. I was feeling a strange, wild freedom at being able to make that choice, if I wanted – set free by the fact that I didn’t have to go. I was also confused and a little overwhelmed. So I went back to church that evening, to refocus on God, to hear the same talk I’d heard in the morning and to respond to the call to come forward for prayer for a fresh touch of the Holy Spirit (which I hadn’t been ready to respond to during the morning service).

We had a guest speaker, Darrell Tunningley, sharing his testimony (which, incidentally, is AMAZING – listen to it here http://ow.ly/2Av2Oa). When he invited people to come and receive prayer, I sat in my seat and didn’t move as others made their way to the front of the church, even though I’d mainly come for this. Then he got back up and told a story which he hadn’t told in the morning. He talked about climbing a cliff on a childhood holiday, so that he and his siblings could jump off it into the sea. He said that, at the top, he was so scared to actually jump, even though there was no other way back down. But he did jump, and it was amazing.

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And I started to cry as the Spirit whispered, ‘this is what’s going on, my love.’ This is the real issue. I feel like I’m about to jump off a cliff. It’s a cliff I deliberately climbed up, excited about the jump into the unknown, into the future of what God has for me. I know I’ll love the journey. I know the jump will be amazing. But now I’ve reached the moment of stepping off the edge and it’s terrifying. The cliff top seems nice and green and grassy and safe. Maybe I could just stay here.

And then I heard my Father again, reminding me, of all things, of a cheesy line from Titanic taken completely out of context – ‘you jump, I jump, remember.’ And I saw a picture of two people jumping off a cliff hand in hand. And I thought, I can do this. God is with me and I’m safe with Him. We can jump together.

So I spent some time with Him, talking and repenting and believing and choosing. I choose to go to Thailand, not because I have to or because I think God will bless and use me most there, but because I want to and because He’s jumping with me.

I still need to process and deal with some of my fears and concerns. I’ve pushed them so far down I barely know what they are. I still feel like this is a cliff jump and I’m still scared. But I’m going to do it, hand in hand with my Saviour, who has never left me for a moment and never will.

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Faithfulness and Grace

I wrote a long post last time about some of the things I’d learnt during the DTS (Discipleship Training School). But as I’ve reflected a bit more, I’ve realised the two most important things I learnt. They aren’t new things. Rather, they are truths I gained a much deeper understanding of and experienced in new ways, as God proved them over and over again.

One, God is faithful.

Two, God gives the grace for each day.

The recurring verse over the past year has been: ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness’ (2 Corinthians 12:9). In fact, I mentioned this as I thought back over 2012, just before the start of the DTS (https://riversofjoyblog.wordpress.com/2013/01/01/old-year-new-year-reflections-and-expectations/). I’ve seen the truth of this again and again and again, as I’ve been homesick, physically sick, trying to cope with the shock of India, engaged in endless spiritual warfare, tired, hearing bad news from a distance, lonely, frustrated, hurt and always far too hot! God has given me grace for all this and more. And he has also given me friendship, laughter, fun, health, victory, freedom, joy, forgiveness, hope, good contact with loved ones, dancing and cooling rain. He is so good.

I have seen the Father’s faithfulness to his people, to me – his child. How he not only meets my expectations, but far surpasses them. How he surprises me. How he never leaves me. How he continually transforms me, making ‘beautiful things out of the dust’, as the song goes.

I’m amazed by my incredible, gracious, loving and faithful Father. It’s all about him.